The Frogs Now You Know Youre Black

Racially Yours Album

Artist(s): The Frogs

Embrace Art

Tracklist

Truth

length: ii:06

Information technology's about time you establish out the truth
I never did
I never will love you

You wouldn't know the truth If it bit you on the donkey
The truth's so far from y'all
And it'due south moving mighty fast

Find a mirror get a load of the truth
In lodge to love you
I'd need a stiff beverage, preferably with vermouth

You wouldn't know the truth
If information technology bit you on the ass
The truth's then far from you
And it'south moving mighty fast

The truth, the truth
The truth, the truth, the truth
The truth, the truth

Holidays iv Rex

I will habiliment this chain and brawl with pride
Still there will exist no more holidays
No more holidays for Male monarch

Where is Lincoln when you demand him?
He'southward not effectually
He's underground somewhere

I will shove this spade in the dirt with pride
Still there will be no more holidays
No more holidays for King

Where is Lincoln when y'all need him?
He'south not around
He's hugger-mugger somewhere

Still there volition be no more holidays
No more than holidays for King

Sorry I'grand White

Some were left in the sun also long
And some got too much shade
My forefathers are not me, I said

I'yard sad, deplorable so sorry that I'yard White
I'thousand sorry, pitiful
I don't want to fight tonight

All this gold that you flash nigh
I'm not that envious
And if I dropped my drawers, you'd win

I'one thousand lamentable, distressing so pitiful that I'm white
I'm lamentable, sorry
I don't desire to fight

(How can light crush the night)
'Crusade light volition shell the night
No I don't want to fight
I'm lamentable, sorry then sorry that I'm white

White Guy

I killed 'em white guy
'Cause he played too crude
I killed 'em up white guy
The white guy, the correct guy
For all the incorrect stuff

I've done nothing incorrect
Stay abroad from my habitation
Your chains didn't hold
Take your hands off my bones

I killed 'em white guy
'Cause he maimed too much
I killed 'em up white guy
The white guy, the correct guy
For all the wrong stuff

I'm deplorable white guy
But yous play likewise crude
I'm sorry white guy
The white guy, aye correct guy
For nothing at all

Unrepentant to the terminate-- scalp on!

400 Years

400 years I accept suffered for you
400 years I take slaved
400 years I accept suffered for you
I volition never again

And I know that you're kind to your own kind
And I know I'grand the color of dirt to yous

Only 400 years I have suffered for you lot
400 years I have slaved
400 years I take suffered for you
I will never again

And I know that information technology's wrong to kill
I've heard them say
And I know I never will
You lot hope, y'all wish so I say

400 years I have suffered for y'all
400 years I have slaved
400 years I accept suffered for y'all
I volition never over again

Racially Yours

Does it matter dark or light
Or light or dark or dark or light 'cause
I'm racially yours 'til the stop of time
I'm racially yours for a shoeshine

Does information technology affair barbeque or chicken
Cornbread, watermelon?
I'grand racially yours

You're to exist applauded for singing in a church
And bringing the states rock 'northward roll
I'm to be applauded for picking cotton fiber
While the sun burnt me and my soul

I'thou racially yours 'til the cease of fourth dimension
I'g racially yours

Now You Know You're Black

Accept yous ever been hit in the face with a snowball?

You could use a facewash
Now you know y'all're black

What was that old story nearly Jesus ago so long?
They always talked about his father
Yet they got the color wrong

I had a white, a maid, a butler, a slave
Demands will be made
Reparations will exist paid

Have y'all ever been hit in the face with a snowball?
You could utilise a facewash
Now you know you lot're blackness

White Like Me

The picket fence is painted white
Just like the clowns
Upon this world walking around
White Like Me

All of the clouds look down
When my clothes are brown
In this vivid city of ghosts
Who has the almost?
White similar me

If I had to come up back as an animal
I'd be a polar comport
White like me

'Cause everyone
Around the world
Looks atrocious cross at a zebra

My Slave

When your piece of work is over
I will permit you play
But 'til your work is over
This railroad's in the way
Y'all must bail some hay
My slave

There'southward some sweat upon your brow
Wipe information technology off
Smilin's not immune
Wipe it off

When your back is cleaved
I volition let yous play
Just 'til your back is broken
There's cotton to exist picked
I said correct away
My slave

There's some blood upon your cheek
Wipe it off
You are starting to reek
Wipe it off
My slave, my slave, my slave

My slaves

Freedom

The cage is broken
It's written in the sky
In spray painted letters
The blackness dove must fly

And when he's flying upward there
Don't shoot him down
Or you'll go down

Talkin' 'bout freedom
In a globe full of beasts
Talkin' 'bout freedom
Who has the least?

The shackles now habiliment
A dissimilar man
And so allow the black dove wing
Out of your manus

And when he'south flying upward there
Don't shoot him downwards
Or you'll get down

Talkin' 'bout freedom
In a world full of ghosts
Talkin' 'bout freedom
Who has the about now?

Talkin' 'bout freedom

Whitefully Dead

Now that the white man'south dead and gone
We can sing a happy song
At present that the blue-eyed devil's washed
Nosotros can just have some fun

Picket every bit the black human being reigns

At present that the white man's six-foot under
We tin all go plunder, plunder
Take everything, take anything
Now that the black man'south in all his glory
It will be a different story

Witness the blackness man's reign

Blackman, Blackman

Black homo, black man where's your shame?
Through the mud with the white man's proper name

White man, white man what went wrong?
Your reign could merely concluding so long

A black human's heaven is a white human's hell

I want my rights, I am black
Just shut your mouth and go far back

White man's caput on the cease of a stick
Pay him back that fucking prick

Black is white is right is wrong
Humanity sings such a pitiful, sad vocal

A black man'due south heaven is a white man's hell
A white man'south heaven is a blackness man'due south hell

A blackness man'southward heaven is
A white human being's heaven is
A black human's heaven is
A white human being's heaven is hell

Merely information technology doesn't take to exist

Total of Monkeys

At present, now, now it's alright
There'southward been a change overnight
Well I'll be a be a monkey'due south uncle
You just might have to exist
The white house is filled with monkeys

If they tin can't read, how can they run the country?
If they can't write, they belong in the country
If they can't spell, to the zoo they will go
G-o-o

In the oval office
President swings from his tire
He'due south got an idea
He'll make this identify match his face
The black firm is full of monkeys

If they tin't vote, how can they choice a assistant?
If they can't count, how can they peel a banana?
If they can't spell b-a-n-a-n-a

If they can't read, how can they run the country?
If they tin't write, they vest in the country
If they can't spell to the zoo they will go
Z-o-o

I Had a Dream

'Twas the oven of life
I had no say
So sorry, just I was made this way

Like a pawn
I worked away
No pay, but I was fabricated to pay

I had a dream
But information technology turned to rock
And all the flowers are now overgrown
On the grave

Revolution

No one knows you
No 1 listens
And so you prepare yourself upwards
And you lot make up your confront

You lot in one case ruled
Just something had to happen
Revo revo revo revo revolution
Revo revo revo revo revolution

All this noise
And no 1 listens
Revo revo revo revo revolution
Revo revo revo revo revolution

And so you fix yourself up
And you make upwardly your confront
Revo revo revo revo revolution
Revo revo revo revo revolution

Massa

Massa massa massa let me read
Massa massa don't proceed me down
Massa massa the sweat does dewdrop
Massa massa I ain't your clown

Massa massa massa hear me out
Massa massa take no doubt
Massa massa I will ascent again
Massa massa I ain't your friend

I ain't your friend

Massa massa I will watch you drain
Massa massa until your dry out
Massa massa massa I believe
Massa massa your turn to die

Darkmeat 4 Sale

Every calendar week information technology's the same
Night meat for sale
And like others I know
It'southward difficult to refuse a sale

And at the very least
She'll proceed me warm
Nine months to the day
Field hand is born

Everyone looks the same
Dark meat for auction
No one has a final name
"Ten" marks the auction

In that location's a fork effectually your neck
Forks are for nutrient
It was just a joke
To lighten the mood

There'south a song in the air
The boys start to sing
It's every bit if through their words
They're plotting something

The Flag

Who made the flag crimson white and blue?
Color's one thing and skin's another
So brother, allow's make the flag
Red, white and black

Reddish'south for the Indian, too blood
White's the one took us through the mud
And blackness own't no color at all

Who fabricated this country? What's information technology stand up for?
I understand it stands for peace not war
So brother, let's make the flag
Ruby, white and black

They talk well-nigh an uprising, I don't know
Some say rain, some say snow
And then brother, let'south make the flag
Ruby, white and black

So brother, let'southward make the flag
Crimson, white and blackness

An Unwanted Child & a Wanted Man

length: 2:12

2 Blacks Don't Make a White

Happy today
Blame the approving of danger
The hypocrisy of the gallows
And the whore

If I could
I'd make white black
And black white
Every white has his black

ii blacks don't brand a white
Happy, happy
two blacks don't brand a white

The Purification of the Race

information technology's wrong to interfere with what we've got
would a chimpanzee make information technology with a dog
i don't think so, i don't recollect and so
the purification of the race
should not be tampered with
should not exist tampered with at all
it's wrong to interfere with what we've got
would a spider brand information technology with a rose
would a tiger make it with a toad
i don't think so, i don't think so
the purification of the race
should not be tampered with
should not be tampered with at all
it's wrong to interfere with what we've got

You're a Bigot

You injure me
Exist big about information technology
Yeah, you destroyed my graphic symbol
Exist big about it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah you're a bigot
Yeah yeah yeah yeah you're the only 1
Yep yeah aye yep you're a bigot
Out to take some fun at my expense

Y'all're cast out
Exist big well-nigh it
Castrated with barbed wire
Be big about information technology

My feelings are the simply ones that matter
My healings volition stop all your churr

The Bluish-eyed Devil & the Dark-brown-eyed Angel

length: 2:35

Uncle Sam Loves U

Information technology'southward fourth dimension to run across your maker
Uncle Sam loves you lot
Uncle Sam loves you

I volition set you costless
I will prepare yous gratis

Information technology's time to meet your maker
Uncle Sam loves you
Uncle Sam loves you

I have fix you gratuitous
I accept gear up you free

So love me, honey me at present

Prejudiced

I've been calling 'em colored for years
And still they call me prejudiced
When aids bankrupt out I cried alongside the queers
And nonetheless they call me prejudiced

I pissed on the quilt I had to go
And they call this a free land

And nonetheless they call me prejudiced
And withal they call me prejudiced

The injuns desire their state back
What's for trade a teepee?
I'll bet you lot wampum your hairstyle is out
And however they call me prejudiced

I pissed on the peace pipe I had to become
And they call this a complimentary country

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